Dungeon+Harem+Master

"No, I believed in awkward monks. I'm sure Lord Klund, my friend, will help me."

"No, believe it or not, it's the first time I've seen you today."

"I don't care, I don't care. This, too, is a guide to the Romless. Come on, don't hesitate. I did it, I did it."

At the corner of the tavern, Marco was shaking as he handed the bottle to the collector across the street.

The sawdust pierced a pinch of pig's salt grill at the tip of the fork as it chickened in the distilled liquor.

Pork with plenty of fat on it is steamed in an iron pan with a rock salt stuffed with cucumber.

Place on freshly baked crunchy black bread and sprinkle a few drops of lemon from the top.

When he opened his mouth and cheeked, the unique flavor and fat of the juicy pig spread across his mouth, and the crispness of the black bread came together to play a harmony of flavor.

When she drank the cup to wash the fat, she exhaled at the good throat of the liquor that she could cook.

The store was open from late at night until early morning, and people who missed the inn slowly tipped the cup or twisted it into a blanket in the corner of the room to crush each other's time. Most of them are men, and they all look terribly miserable. There were so many things I couldn't afford in my place that I could take a decent inn and pay for it.

"No, I wouldn't hesitate, but I'll pay for all the money here, too."

Marco stuck his lower lip out like a monkey when he pulled his feelings jaw and his face cleverly defied only the position of his eyes without moving.

- This guy, he's hitting me.

Only a face that stirred people's anger was very good.

"Hey, wait a minute. What, your face now?"

"Your face now? What's with the face? Awkward monk, what have you done? Or, it's my fault. Drink up and forget about it. There you go."

"No, you did, didn't you? Face like you made a little fool of people, you definitely did, didn't you? Sometimes I can't forget how much, can I?

"I don't know, look. Let's forget it! Good things, bad things. Mm-hmm. Pa!

"No, you shouldn't forget the good memories"

"Mama, when I arrived at Silver Villago, I said I would multiply it by a hundred. Look, awkward monk. Even if it looks like this, it's cao in the parish. Hey."

"No, I guess I'm too suspicious endlessly"

"I don't care, I don't care"

The collector leans the cup as recommended by the man who has come to act together in what way. Unexpectedly, the surrounding voice grew higher and louder.

"So, hey, there's an island where the monster lives. I asked the land people, no doubt about it."

"Oh, I heard that, too. Anything, you'd talk about this crystal lake having several islands large and small, and some of them still untouched, and you saw them in untouched places in it. Daimyo, I'm not used to seeing monsters."

"Stupid, you are. If that's all the boats are coming and going in the lake, your lord will send an army to crusade. The lord of this Andrew region is known for his magnificence, Lord Barthelemy, on his knees."

"You're the one who still doesn't know if he's ears fast or if he's missing one of them, you are. His Lordship, but he hasn't come back to Wangdu in recent times. I'm deputizing on this lake. I'm talking about Associate Baronet Joslan, who doesn't have eyes for wealth storage. If you can't get a good eye for the details."

"Whatever it is, deny it. It's a ghost, a ghost! There's a ghost out there but a monster! All right, I'll make sure. Tomorrow we'll rent a boat and take a tour of the island."

"I'm not kidding. It's the lake thieves who attack me. And there's another big problem."

"Why?"

I can't swim.

I had a big laugh when I had a cock on me.

The collector was a little outraged.

The four men on the next table are talking.

"Hmm, non-monster bucket stuff. What do you think, kid?"

"Come on, it's prebuilt because in basic Romless there aren't many monsters except the labyrinth. I don't know about remote areas. The people of the land must have drank too much and looked at it wrong. I'm scared.

"Hey, drink so much. Are you gonna be okay tomorrow"

"What, if you ask me about free booze, I have to drink as much as I can as a Romless boy to be rude to them! Now, aside from the boring rumors, let's talk about women. What if!

"Nobody's buying you anything, but hey! Are you listening to people?

"Ha ha. Hey, it's Baba sake!

"It sucks, you old man"

The collector stirred up the cup so that it could be swallowed up at the pace of the evil bishop.

Eventually, because of tiredness, only when the collector had fallen asleep like mud.

"Ugh, sami no"

The collector shuddered his body like a wet dog, completely in a fire falling store. Around, I've been drinking since last night, and the sail-awaited travelers are stuck on the table here and there like they collapsed.

"That's right, that's right. Shomben, Shomben"

When the collector remembers his urine intentions, he moves stitched between the tables with slightly uncertain footsteps, recalling the location of the When I finished my excretion and went back out the door, I still heard noises other than sleeping among the people of the White River Night Ship. Moving his gaze in the dark, he did hear men and women whispering from behind the kitchen.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The voice of a man like I heard somewhere. The sticky sound stopped inadvertently.

"Heh heh, boy. You've been doing so well since morning. I'll freshen you up now. Instead, hey?

"Whoa, I know you do. Oh, so hurry up and take the awkward monk to Extreme Pure Soil, Extreme Pure Soil"

The man stood on the wall, dropping some money next to the woman.

Cheap metal sounds ringing

When I gazed, the contours of men and women gradually emerged from the darkness.

I wonder if she's making a penny to get to work, the businesswoman is waving her bright red long wavy hair up and down. The man was doing a hard prayer trick against something while squeezing the white cross in his chest.

Or it was Marco, the bishop.

In the darkness, the noise of gasagoso moving clothes rubbing becomes louder.

"Oh, that old man, what a play in the crowd circle"

"Oh, what a sinful act."

(Sinful? Sinful?

"God, forgive this sinful lamb! Oh, my God, what a slut! Awkward monks can't beat awkward monks! Ugh!!

What the hell are you fighting against?

The collector was stunned.

At the end of the day, I heard a woman screaming. So, it's all over.

Marco sits somewhere on the chair when he weakens. The businesswoman leaves the store early when she gently strokes her hair. Only when I noticed the collector along the way did I show slight shame.

Betty bright red lips blinded my eyes.

"Old man, you know..."

A collector speaks to Marco.

but the monk was delayed in the aftermath when he sat cheating along the wall, as if he hadn't noticed.

"Hey, what an overwhelming temptation. But Awkward Monk won this morning too! In the holy water of an awkward monk, I filled him with food for a stray lamb - Ugh!? Yes, since when?

"It's not my wipes. Gee, it's empty! You can't get on the boat!

Marco gently shook his fingertips in front of his face and revealed his self-derision when he made a grueling face for some reason. The temples of the collector begin to pimple cramps.

"Ha, awkward monks are still blue too. Give it to the underprivileged Shirai lady. - Ugh!

The collector beat Marco in the face for now.

The collectors and Marco were confronted in front of a warehouse in the harbor where we could see the Red Phalanx, a large passenger ship that was supposed to board this morning.

"Eh, heh, heh. What, aren't you going to hit me? The devil gave it to you..."

"Can you stand being made into a wallet contents carracket as much as the devil gave it to you? Fuck you, you whore."

"Hin-hin, I want to refresh you, because even an awkward monk is a man."

"Don't freshen up with people's money!

When the collector barks revealing his anger, Marco shrugs himself and continues to cry and imitate by doing his hand in front of his eyes. Forty men's lies and cries were uninterrupted.

"Eh, heh, heh. Will you forgive me? Forgive me."

"Forgive me or nothing...... hey, what's up? Relax"

"Eh Hin Hin, uhh... let it go,... oh yeah"

Marco vomited at once when he poked his hand against the wall without any preliminary motion. If I drank all that pain, I couldn't have done it either. The stone walls wet in the betta with the diarrhea and the dirt flowed to the foot of the collector.

"Hey! Cry or don't cry, either. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The collector was hanging out at the harbor docking yard, rubbing Marco's back. Boarding a ship to Silver Villago turns up this morning, and the rest is just a month away. At any rate, I needed to get on board. The collector didn't want to guzzle in the mood.

"Um, is that a good idea? Your monks seem to be following you for a long time."

"No, no, because this old man is just a hangover"

The voice of a young woman. The collector looked back reflexively and opened his eyes.

"Um, something"

When I was old, I wondered if it was seventeen or eight, my appearance was in order. The sauce-eyed tending eyes were large and seemed extremely simple. The colour of the eyes is blue, with a strong impression that it is somewhat daunting. The dark hair up to the waist is lustrous and the corners above the head are well balanced, with slightly wider ears growing underneath. Notably, those were both breasts. It was big anyway. He weaves a sleeveless shulko over a cot of red fur, but his breasts were protruding enough to tell from the top of his clothes. He is the daughter of Minotaur, a subhuman with bull horns and ears.

"No, it's nothing"

The cowgirl named herself Miriam. He was a devout Romless believer from generation to generation and called out to see Marco's monastic uniform and help. The collector forced his gaze off his boobs for now when he told him the names of himself and Marco.

"I just have a pill for you. Would you please use it?"

Even a voice with a product that rings a bell sounds worrisome. The goodness was all over me.

"Well, I'm sorry, but could you take a look at this old man? I'll get some water."

The collector gently lowered his head to Minotaur's daughter and ran out looking for the well.

Oh, hey, I could almost see you standing up!

My daughter's big boobs floated in front of me and disappeared. This was also due to Marco showing off his unexpected wetlands at first thing in the morning. The zodiac conceived and angered the act of skewering Marco with a spear in his brain and turning him around while searing with fire. I hurry back to where I came from when I tuck the water into a bamboo barrel in a friendly house somehow.

"All right, I brought you some water. - That's it. Ah!"

"Ah, welcome back"

"And die, no more awkward monks."

There, Marco was seen moaning as she was knee-pillowed by a bull daughter sitting on the ground.

"Look, monk. Because you brought more water. Take your medicine."

"Ahhhhhh, I take my pills, but now, if I move, I'm too awkward monk bitter. Yeah, I'm dead"

"Chan."

Marco nods and rubs his face against Miriam's chest as he sits upright as he flips his face in confusion. Two large breasts were crushed and reshaped.

You're kidding me, you fucking kid!

"You're really annoying, come on monk. Rest in abundance, if you will, on the knees of men like me."

"Whoa, to show so much warmth to a suffering neighbor is a feat! It's a feat!

Marco intensifies the facial movement that pushes him like a fish that gets water. It wasn't a sick man's move, no matter how you look at it.

Miriam was a heartfelt, unsuspecting, pure daughter. Her eyes are as gentle as Mother Mercy's, and she can't wait to believe that Marco is in serious pain.

The collector was ashamed of himself, who had accidentally reacted, and Marco, who clings to Miriam's tenderness. Pull and peel the collar off so you can catch the cat child. I smashed my ears so that Miriam wouldn't hear me.

"Hey, old man. Aren't you ashamed, about yourself"

"Hmm? Awkward monks, I tend to be sick, and I have nothing to be ashamed of by this lady. Isn't that because Lord Klund's heart is humble? Please return the Awkward Monk to the Pure Land."

The collector quietly leaves Marco's collar tied up and heads to the docking yard. Marco's cry went in when his feet were exposed to the lake.

"Egg, egg. Don't seriously try to throw it away. Ooh. Where was the friendship between the awkward monks? Ah."

I don't think so.

Miriam gave him a sneaky laugh when he saw Marco with a wood-carved glass of water as a powder, only rarely on his face.

"What's going on?

"No, you're both very close. It makes you feel warm watching."

"I don't know, ma. Lord Klund and the Awkward Monk are friends of the Two Cars."

Marco lowers his eyeballs as he puts the treasurer's back behind him. Guhihi, and the nasty middle-aged unique cloudy obedience laugh ensues. The collector forcefully twisted Marco's flank so as not to find out from Miriam. Eh, and a scream came up like you hit a cat.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing, you're not! What are you going to do with the fare, Bogus!

"Don't worry about it, I was running away from reality."

"I'm sorry, but these past few months, I've realized how I can't escape reality."

"Um, will you two be on a ship to Silver Villago? Then you're with me."

Miriam smiled as the flowers opened.

"Yeah, isn't that a tremendous adventure? Actually, I work as a bishop of Awkward Monk Silver Villago, and I think I can help you a lot when I get over there."

Marco boasts his position by creating a sinister voice like Hiroshi.

"Well, I never knew you were such a revelator. Forgive me for all my disrespect."

As soon as it appeared, the color of respect came to Miriam's eyes, pure and devout Romless followers. The gaze of the zodiac and Marco intersects.

When the middle-aged man snorted like he had won, the moment Miriam lowered his head, he rounded his left thumb and index finger to make up a circle, showing a dirty sign that put his right middle finger in and out of it.

Shit, I'm in shape, man.

I don't think I can help but gudda here, and the three of them headed for the ship Red Phalanx anchored at the dock. Miriam is apologizing to Marco for the lack of a gold match. The more I felt sorry for him, the better a person's character was.

"Ah! Awkward monk, will you let me on the boat even if I don't have the money"

"Yeah, a normal traveler wouldn't have to know, and we wouldn't be forced to take money from the bishop of Silver Villago, no matter how much we are."

Arthur, captain of the Galeon ship Red Phalanx, grinned bitterly, letting Marco rub his splendidly wrapped moustache when he told him so.

"Good for you, Bishop. Mr. Klund!"

Miriam also jumps and slaps her hands on the flaps to please her. Her boobs, every time she bounced, were shaken by Bamban, and a young man in the rear who was waiting for the talap order held her groin and pulled her hips back.

"Ma, that. Sometimes an old man like that helps."

Follow Miriam and Marco goes on to freshen up and talap. As the collector put out his right leg to follow behind it, the captain took his arm and shook his face sadly to the side.

"Oh, maybe, you mean I can't?

"I'm sorry, brother. Bishops are special. We can't afford to treat you like that."

The collector's complexion is slightly bluished. I felt my gaze and looked up.

There, Marco, who had climbed pretty far up, had a subtle face and stared at the collector.

"Bishop."

"What is it, Miriam?"

The moment Marco's face hears Miriam's voice, he quickly breaks up with each other.

- Goddamn it, you look like a baby!

"I'm sorry to hear that. 'Cause it's a month from now."

The captain puts his hand on his shoulder looking sorry for him. In the middle of the talap, Marco shouted.

"I'll send you the fare money. I'm afraid I can't go with Lord Zao, but I'll be waiting for you at the church."

That son of a bitch is proud to win.

At the same time Marco screamed, Miriam rushed down the talap again as she took something out of the bag she had, as she remembered. Marco's expression freezes in an instant.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait."

"Whoa!

You tried to rush down in a hurry, and Miriam lost her balance when she let her legs crawl down the stairs of Tallap. As the collector rushed over and hugged her body, she nodded her face to her naturally abundant breasts.

Oh, no!

"Oh, I'm sorry. If I were you, would you give me a minute?"

"No, as an industry, it's a reward"

"Huh?"

"No, talk about this one. So, Miriam, you forgot something for me."

"Uh, yes, they are. This."

The collector was handed what was wrapped in oil paper, holding both hands. Miriam talks as she peeks into the eyes of the collector. I probably had the elements to mislead a man.

"Well, except for my fare, I really have very little money or anything. I don't think it's enough at all with all the copper coins. Please add something. And then there's bread and cheese for the rest, and stuff to eat. I'm not ashamed to show you, but eat if you're hungry."

"Mr. Miriam."

When the collector was honestly impressed, he held in his hands the gift of exhaustion in the days. Marco over the head. He was burning his face bright red in jealousy. The collector decided to gut pose in the midst of the fact that he had won small. Miriam, unfortunately, turns around and climbs Tarrup again.

"Heh, heh. Well, it would be a good hands-on for a leftover lord. More than that, Miriam. It's on the brink that we're supposed to travel together like this, and tonight, we're going to give a lecture on the love of the Romless."

"Damn it!

"Ha ha, wasn't it late, Miriam"

Miriam tried to jump as she ran up Tarrup all at once, jumping on a young pig tribe youth. The two engage in a thick kiss without worrying about the eyes when they hold each other tight. Marco stood still cured like a stone statue.

"Oh, you know what, Miriam? You."

"Yes, Bishop. This is my husband Gordon."

"Looks like my wife took care of me. My name is Gordon. There's something on the edge of riding together.

Regards, Silver Villago "

"Yes, sir"

Marco replied vainly with a semi-shelled look.

And the collector was laughing under the tarrap.

"Old man, zama aah!! Do it, laugh, stop, whoa!

Ignoring the stoned Marco. The couple starts a whisper. Eventually, something came to his consent, or Gordon took out his nostalgia wipes and released them from the boat toward the keeper standing on the shore.

"Krander! My wife took care of me. Ah. If you don't mind, I'll add some of that money to it!

The young man of the pig race waves with a loud scream. The collector didn't have a very good impression on the pig tribe, but his refreshing act gave him a taste of comfort like a spring breeze blew through his chest. It's hard to find a kind person to do that to a stranger.

"Hey! Thanks!! And the old man is in danger, so get as far away from him as you can!

When the collector screams out loud, Miriam and the youth take each other amicably and move towards the cabin. The ensuing Marco slowly wandered away, curling left and right at his ghostly footsteps.

I tried to be cheerful and shout out loud, but I can't deny the intense feeling of being left behind. The collector, rocking the wipes at hand up and down, counting the change inside, still had about 3,000 P. The fare to Silver Villago is 30,000 P even in the lowest large rooms.

"But I don't want to work part-time until I get to this world."

Happy or unhappy, this is the port. There was as much mouth for hard work as there was, but the possessor instantly ruled out that option in his brain. The talap for the earlier boarding has already been pulled up, and the harbour workers have carried out the loading of supplies at the stern. The collector's eyes concentrate on a certain point, and the incandescent bulb shines over his head imaginatively.

"Ships, ports, barrels... every fragment is giving me a go sign. I'm going to have to say this."

It wasn't a lok idea.

Gordon, a young pig tribe, was charcoal-grilled in a village near the lake this year when he turned seventeen.

My wife, Miriam, was the daughter of Minotaur and a child friend of the same age, whose race was the only difference.

She married last year after pushing off opposition from around her and was the first to go on a petition trip for a couple. In Orc, with an implicit understanding, there was a code that if he were to marry, elves, regardless of legal or illegal, but Gordon persuaded reluctant elders and parents to manage to be recognized as a one-man couple.

(Says it's hard to have children except elves, but I'm not getting married just to have kids, and you're fine)

Gordon, on this journey, had some things to do. That is, conjugal union with his wife Miriam. When I first loved her in the first night, I couldn't get along well with her. In physical terms, it is that Gordon's stuff is too big to have planted fear in Miriam. The two of them, I think it's pretty good to be honest, but Miriam tended to refuse to love Gordon when he got into bed with him at night. At best, he only responds once every three times. For him, a young, out-of-popular bearer of lust, it was nothing but agony.

Even in the rooms that are arguably the lowest on board, Miriam looks everywhere for fun and gives you all sorts of expressions that you can't see in your daily life. If you feel better about this trip, your future couple life will surely flow in the right direction.

(That's right, have yourself, Gordon. Isn't she my wife?)

Most oaks had a rough temper and were often repelled by all people at first glance. But she treated me equally to Gordon without any prejudice. That's why I shook up the courage that should only last a lifetime and stuck it in my marriage.

(We haven't even had a ceremony. So I have a gift for this trip)

Gordon kept a secret from his wife and had her perfect size wedding dress in one of her luggage. Silver Villago has one of the best cathedrals in the Romles, where he intended to perform the ritual of marriage once again.

(I'm sure you'll be happy, Miriam. All right, something's motivating me!

"What's wrong, Gordon? You look so fun."

Completely groaning at seasickness, Miriam asked as she rubbed Marco's back. Gordon, who was dreaming, replied hastily with his eyes black-and-white.

"Ha, see, it's my first sailing trip."

"Hehe, you're as good as ever. Oh, is that a good idea? Bishop."

"The, the - puffiness. Awkward monk, I love ships. As much as I want to be an anchor when I'm born again."

"Well, then, it's sinking."

When Gordon got a bitter laugh, the hull swayed wide and lateral. The shoulder of the man sitting on the next board brings.

"I'm sorry."

"No, never mind. But it's a tremendous shake."

"Even when it comes to the lake, it's this size. It doesn't have to be as shaky as the ocean."

Are you accustomed to the journey, the man shook his head in that way, he went back to his original position and continued talking to his companion who was on his way.

"Gordon"

Miriam is making her gaze wander in a frightened manner.

"What, it's a boat like the people there said, so it shakes a little. I don't care, I don't care"

"Oh, yes, Miriam, no, ma'am"

"What is it, Bishop? Suddenly in that tone."

"No, just in front of your husband, hey. Still, Awkward Monk is a man who can read the air."

"Bishop. Let's not make it any more painful than my wife said."

"Really? Well, if your husband says so. Then I dare you to call me Miriam."

Gordon also liked to show off about this stubborn bishop. I feel sorry for the seasickness, but I can't help it. Later, when I moved my gaze towards the stairs thinking that it would be a little better if it came out of this airy cabin and in the wind, a man of one human race ran down like he had eaten a bubble.

"Hey, what's going on, so hasty?"

"Drink all the water, come on."

A woman traveling like a whore gives a man some water. The man coughed violently about whether there was water in his trachea as he quickly opened up in the cup.

"Hey, I wonder what's going on"

"Come on, what is it"

But to the next man's words, Gordon's heart, which was coming high, shrunk up as if it had been gripped.

"A lake thief! The Lakers have raided this ship!!

There came a demon flocking to the black flag of the king of death.